Saturday 2:00 A.M. Scare

Upon my return from the market 

early Friday afternoon Howie 

greeted me in his usual way jumping 

and twirling and begging for treats.

I had found some new organic Bakery brand 

treats and gave him two.

(sweet potato and carrots healthy crap ya know)

He and I then took naps and later in the 

day I noticed he was walking and acting funny.

It turned very hot here in lala land

and I thought he was panting and 

being lethargic because of the heat.

He slept for hours and then around 10pm

 he seemed to rally a bit and jumped 

on the couch with me. 

Hours later as he jumped down he whimpered 

and then he really began to act

completely out of character.

By 1:30 a.m. I knew I could not wait and loaded

him into the car for a run to the all night

emergency vet. 

I was weeping the whole way over thinking

I cannot do this again, not so soon after losing Justice.

how will I ever tell Hannah?

how will I ever afford more vet bills?

As we got out of the car he perked up a little

and was wagging his tail again.

The gal at the reception desk unlocked the door,

as they had been waiting for me, and Howie

charged into the room

WHERE HE PROCEEDED TO 

POOP

A GIGANTIC PILE OF POOP.

A PILE THE LIKES OF WHICH I HAVE
ONLY SEEN HORSES AND ELEPHANTS

DEPOSIT.

The gal looked at me, and then at the 

pile and said

"NOW THAT'S A HEALTHY POOP!"

As soon as he was finished 

he jumped all over the girls 

and explored the entire facility.

I meekly inquired...

"so he was just constipated?"

Howie and fiber have issues?

Bless those girls they did not charge me, 

and be grateful

I'm not sharing a photo.

I'm too old for this shit...

or Howie shit..

sigh